"Hey handsome, my name is Lilly Compton. What do they call you?"
After Carson Flores had started the car, the young woman regained her enthusiasm and initiative as if the awkwardness from before had completely vanished.
Carson Flores, with a cigarette in his lips, replied casually: "Carson Flores."
He had agreed to give the woman a ride because driving alone could be a bit dull, and having someone to talk to would be entertaining. Besides, the woman was pretty and pleasing to the eye, wasn't she?
He had heard before about many girls who went backpacking in Western Kahdas and how some of them used their bodies in exchange for a ride or a meal; today, he witnessed it firsthand.
Lilly Compton's luggage didn't include a tent or any camping gear, and her skin was fair. Her clean suitcase indicated that she was not truly backpacking. The open collar of her shirt, deliberately showing off her chest, hinted at the bargaining chip she was willing to use.
